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Here's an update, because I have my first (and last final) in forty minutes and should really be studying.
Last night I saw Caitlin's documentary on LGBT stuff. It was pretty swell. Even if I wasn't in it nearly enough. And I vomited a few times. G-ross. Good job Caitlin.
Finals have been going pretty swell. Most came last week in the form of papers and what-not. I got a B+ in creative writing, which I was sort of upset about, but then I remembered it took me all of five hours of work, the entire semester, to earn that grade. And plus, I only need a 3.33 to get into grad school-ee. Mission accomplished. I got an A- on my critical reading final, and I spent a lot of time on my portfolio (which includes a paper on The Nightmare Before Christmas' Halloween Town being a symbol for communism, yeah I'm awesome), so I'm pretty confident to get some good grades. Spanish is bleh. I barely go. And when I do go I stay for ten minutes. I don't care what I get (but it will probably be a B). Brit Lit... should probably be worried, but I'm not. I didn't read any of the texts for the mid-term and managed a B-... I'm an awesome bullshitter. This time around, I read four texts and sparknoted the last one (which was Paradise Lost, and everyone is familiar with it). Not worried.
And then it's off to Walmart with my favorite roommate Rex (just kidding), I mean Matt, to finish shopping for Adam.
And then I'm showing up fashionably late to an all-day film major party I was invited too. Although I am not a film major, Caitlin has replaced me with some film major people, so by association I get to go. Hoorah.
Things are great with Adam. He's the one.
Leaving for home on Friday.
Eating your heart out, all winter break.
Last night I saw Caitlin's documentary on LGBT stuff. It was pretty swell. Even if I wasn't in it nearly enough. And I vomited a few times. G-ross. Good job Caitlin.
Finals have been going pretty swell. Most came last week in the form of papers and what-not. I got a B+ in creative writing, which I was sort of upset about, but then I remembered it took me all of five hours of work, the entire semester, to earn that grade. And plus, I only need a 3.33 to get into grad school-ee. Mission accomplished. I got an A- on my critical reading final, and I spent a lot of time on my portfolio (which includes a paper on The Nightmare Before Christmas' Halloween Town being a symbol for communism, yeah I'm awesome), so I'm pretty confident to get some good grades. Spanish is bleh. I barely go. And when I do go I stay for ten minutes. I don't care what I get (but it will probably be a B). Brit Lit... should probably be worried, but I'm not. I didn't read any of the texts for the mid-term and managed a B-... I'm an awesome bullshitter. This time around, I read four texts and sparknoted the last one (which was Paradise Lost, and everyone is familiar with it). Not worried.
And then it's off to Walmart with my favorite roommate Rex (just kidding), I mean Matt, to finish shopping for Adam.
And then I'm showing up fashionably late to an all-day film major party I was invited too. Although I am not a film major, Caitlin has replaced me with some film major people, so by association I get to go. Hoorah.
Things are great with Adam. He's the one.
Leaving for home on Friday.
Eating your heart out, all winter break.